Flashes of Panic

I’m still on Central Time, despite being in Amherst. (With the hours I’ve been keeping, I might as well be on Pacific Time.) Once again, this does not bode well for the morning.

I managed the expansion of this story on the planes. This one is a bit more of a bear, but I need to get it done because the farther I am from it, the hazier my memory of watching it is. I’m already relying on the results sheets more than I’d like. I need to plug in a bunch of quotes, right now it bristles with ATHLETE QUOTE TK. Two of which are the “blood from a turnip” type of interviews. I have wondered if it might help for coaches to delegate athletes’ training partners to go through the mixed zone with them, so they might feel a bit more comfortable talking, but maybe it would make them even more self-conscious. Still, one woman in particular was wooden and nervous last year and has, in the last year, become merely reticent and self-deprecating. It’s been quite impressive to watch.

I’d like transcribing much, much more if I could listen to music with the other ear.